The Psychic Hero (MHA x Male Reader)

Chapter 1: Home Life

As a warning for the reader, there may be some heavy underlying themes in this story. I won't explicitly state them in the text but they can be inferred.

I took inspiration from Mob Psycho when it comes to your quirk. If you haven't seen the anime or read the manga then theres a quirk description below. It's lengthy but it will fill you in.

Please point out any spelling or grammatical errors in the comments.

Enjoy the first chapter of your new journey!

Bold text- Thoughts

~~~~- Location change/timeskip

(R/N)- Readers name

(F/C)- Favorite Color
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Character: (F/N) (L/N)

Age: 15-16

Quirk: Psycic Powers

Description: (R/N)'s pshycic abilities are a result of his mutated temporal lobe. The electrical signals that are sent from his brain and to his body are converted into powerful electrical signals that manifest in a number of ways. (R/N)'s quirk is directly linked to his emotions. A list of each major emotion and its corresponding affect is shown below.

When he's calm or in a neutral state, his quirk allows him to levitate small objects and bend thin metal with ease.

Sadness leads to loose objects being levitated without concious input, he has little control of his quirk in a state of extream sorrow.

Euphoria resonates an invisible charged field of static electricity. This field tends to energize people around him all the while giving them a messy hair style.

Anger causes his mental state to deteriorate until he acts souly on instinct, his powers amplify ten fold. He can create barriers of energy around his body to prevent damage from physical attacks. His anger has the ability to turn into pure rage, making him throw caution to the wind, this can be very dangerous for his opponent and for himself.

The story begins in a run down apartment.

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You close the wooden door that lead into the musty apartment you called home. The run down appearance of the furniture was a bleak reminder of your economic status. Old wallpaper was starting to peel off the walls. Sure, it was an embarrassment to look at every day when you got back from school, but it was home.

Mother: Welcome home. How was school?

Your mother sits at a table, sifting through bills with a checkbook in her hand. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. 

You: Horrible...

There was stillness in your voice.

Mother: Why's that? It's not those damn kids again is it?

You: It is.

You dropped your school bag on the ground and took off your shoes.

You: I said that I was going take part in the UA entrance exam next week. They proceeded to laugh at me and claim that I was only good for making messes for heros to clean up.

Her coffee cup and a few small objects around you start to levitate from their places. This was a result of your quirk. She puts down her checkbook.

Mother: Don't let it get you down. Prove to them that their words mean nothing to you. I believe that you can get into UA.

You: I guess...